Is this good? I wrote it after my mom moved out 4 Years ago..?

As I cut deeper into my wrists, the blood slowly and methodically trickling down to my fingertips, dripping onto the note i had left behind for my loved ones to read after they found me. The thickness of the dropplets grew to the size of a crocodile's tear and grew more crimson with each ping momment smearing the words on the note. No one will understand why i gave up, i dont even understand it, my life was realitively perfect to the outsiders, people that cant think or hear the my thoughts or feel the emotions that i do. If you just would've listened to what i had to say instead of pushing me away like all the others before you, then maybe you could've saved me. But now its too late, i hope you realize what you've done, this is your fault i wouldnt have turned out this way if you just made time for me in your busy schedule. i stand in the shadows of my intense feelings i had once before, this deed i've done irreversable i need to cut deeper now so i can let out all of my saddness a